51: As long as you live long enough, you can see everything!

General Liu left the command center with a heavy heart and went into the corridor, preparing to check on the progress of the sparring activity.

As General Liu walked out of the building, he saw Tang Gao in the distance on the lawn, cultivating his Cultivation Technique with his eyes closed and legs crossed, his Dantian in his abdomen bulging, and his Qi circulating rhythmically around his body.

General Liu shed his heavy demeanor, returned to his calm and composed self, walked over, and said loudly, "Kid, why aren't you participating in the activity?"

Tang Gao heard the voice, exited his state, dispelled the Qi around him, and stood up with a smile: "Their fighting was a bit boring, so I simply Cultivated here."

Talent is hard-won, and Tang Gao wanted to cherish his talent and make good use of it.

This was a million times stronger than any hand he had held before.

General Liu walked over, sat down with him, gestured for him not to be so polite, patted the ground, and said with a smile, "Sit down, I'll tell you Revered Master's story. Don't misunderstand him. Although he speaks harshly, he is indeed a good person. The advancement of technology has really harmed him."

Tang Gao sat down cross-legged again and asked curiously, "How could technological advancement harm him? He is an Eight-Order Great Power. What could possibly threaten him?"

An Eight-Order Great Power, a super expert close to the Dao, not to mention having an almost inexhaustible lifespan and spirituality strong enough to grant eternal life, even a Spell Cultivator's life quality would transform to a terrifying degree, surpassing the racial limit.

What kind of troubles could such a strong person have?

General Liu laughed heartily: "That was in the past. Before, Revered Master was someone who traveled through the three mountains and five sacred peaks, explored the five lakes and four seas, sought immortals and the Dao, Cultivated immortality and changed his fate, quoting 'Dao De Jing' and 'Taiping Shenghuifang'. He was a very learned and talented person, with a firm and gentle Dao Heart."

Tang Gao's eyes widened: "Gentle?"

Are you sure the person who just scolded you so badly has anything to do with gentleness?

General Liu said speechlessly, "That's why I said technological advancement harmed Revered Master. Later, 4G networks became widespread, didn't they?"

Tang Gao nodded: "That's right, 4G networks have only been fully popularized for ten years, it's indeed not long, not even as old as me. But what does that have to do with the Venerable One?"

General Liu recalled that period of time and said helplessly, "When 4G networks reached Revered Master, Revered Master learned to surf the internet, play games to rank up..."

General Liu paused, seemingly finding it difficult to articulate, and added with a helpless and strange expression, "He also learned how to use a keyboard to protect his mother, father, and ancestral graves within a single day.

In short, technology gave Revered Master a small shock."

The old geezer who had lived for hundreds of years eventually suffered damage to his Dao Heart, typing furiously on the keyboard and engaging in online flame wars, even getting so angry that he manifested three heads and six arms, six hands flying across the keyboard, spewing insults that changed the species on the other party's family tree several times over.

"Pfft!"

Tang Gao couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I'm dying of laughter, technology gave Revered Master a small shock."

General Liu shrugged: "Yes, you heard right, he became an online troll, and he spent many years mastering the art of heavenly secrets from beginner to expert, to the extreme, just to divine the geographical location of the troll and descend a Clone to give the other party a small Cultivation shock."

Tang Gao laughed so hard that tears streamed down his Face, pounding the ground and clutching his stomach: "Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I really can't help it, giving the other party a small Cultivation shock, hahahaha!"

He never expected that the life of an Eight-Order Great Power could be so colorful.

General Liu also started laughing: "Although he's a bit fierce with his words now, his nature hasn't changed. He's still a very kind person, and very meticulous. He even asked me for your data and personally went to customize a Magical Artifact for you."

Tang Gao said gratefully, "Thank you, Revered Master, thank you, General."

General Liu smiled and patted his shoulder: "Diligence is good, but don't forget to relax. There should be a balance."

Tang Gao thought for a moment, then stood up: "Alright, then I'll Cultivate while observing the activity."

General Liu: "?"

It's not that I think I have a problem, I think you have a problem.

General Liu hesitated and asked, "What do you mean Cultivating while observing the activity?"

How is that done?

Tang Gao directly synchronized the Alchemist Avatar's dual-tasking skill, tried it, and indeed found that he could Cultivate his Cultivation Technique while moving around. He showed a triumphant smile and gave a thumbs up: "General, do you think I'm awesome?"

General Liu looked at his body, where Qi began to surge rhythmically, and with wide eyes full of confusion, he asked, "Huh huh huh??? Is that even possible???"

How is this done?

Shouldn't this thing be for quiet meditation?

Tang Gao laughed heartily, hands on hips and rubbing his nose: "I'm just awesome, that's all! Alright, alright, I'm going to participate in the activity!"

Tang Gao ran off after showing off, not giving General Liu a chance to ask further questions.

General Liu watched the figure Cultivating and running wildly away, and his entire being fell into serious self-doubt.

I know your Dao Heart is firm, but is your Dao Heart so firm that you can Cultivate while running wildly?

No? Huh? What is this?

Is the gap between people really that big?

General Liu was in a state of confusion.

No one who Cultivates immortality stays sane; it's just a matter of time.

It was a while after Tang Gao left that General Liu finally managed to digest some of the shock.

General Liu's teeth ached terribly as he sat on the lawn: "As long as you live long enough, you truly see everything."

He is indeed a Genius, but he's such a Genius that he easily makes me lose confidence. If I told Revered Master about this, it would probably give Revered Master a small Dao Heart shock too.

No, I need to find time to tell Revered Master. I can't be the only one with a Dao Heart shock.

General Liu stood up, suddenly remembered something he almost forgot to do, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed his Junior Brother's number:

"Hello, Junior Brother? Didn't I oversee your son's middle school visit activity at the base today? When you get home from work, give your son a good beating.

What? A reason?

Does your son inadvertently leaking important intelligence count?

Don't worry, there were no problems, but this habit is very bad. You'd best beat him a few times to make him remember.

Good, good, good, yes, whip him hard with a steel rope until it breaks."

Tang Gao participated in the sparring activity, using a disguise skill to hide his fluctuations, so as not to astonish everyone.

He could show off, but there was no need to show off all the time and create a sense of distance between himself and others. He still needed to consider other people's feelings, so as not to damage his classmates' Dao Heart before the college entrance examination.

The sparring activity ended, and the top three were determined. Everyone tacitly excluded Tang Gao, who had left early, from the results, not ranking him.

It wasn't because of ostracization, but because they genuinely felt that putting such a strong person in the same category as themselves made them feel uneasy.

Brother Tang was too strong, so strong that he seemed to be from a different world.

After watching Brother Tang's sparring, everyone looked at their own combat recordings, which were like those of a five-level cripple, and felt too ashamed to even mention them.

No, the gap was too big. Comparing them together felt like an insult to him.

Tang Gao was torn between laughter and tears about this. At noon, he had lunch with his classmates at the base, and he had to admit that the base's food was indeed very good, and he ate with relish.

At noon, everyone rested in the dormitory building with the soldiers, experiencing sleeping in large communal beds or on hard plank beds.

In the afternoon, it was free activity for everyone; those who wanted to practice shooting went shooting, those who wanted to inquire about joining the base went to inquire, those who wanted to play basketball on the field played basketball...

Anyway, it was all kinds of entertainment. Few people mentioned academic tests at this time, and no one engaged in combat sparring either.

The lively students brought a strong vitality to the base, with chirping and noisy sounds everywhere.

Tang Gao felt a bit helpless and hid on the lawn at the edge of the sports field to find a moment of peace for himself.

Most people love excitement, but Tang Gao alone enjoyed the feeling of constantly improving himself, especially in an undisturbed environment.

Liu Ren ran over, drenched, and laughed heartily: "Brother Tang, what are you hiding here for? Let's go play together!"

Tang Gao opened his eyes speechlessly, looking at his lively and somewhat headache-inducing deskmate: "I suggest you cherish your current happy time, lest your dad beat you into a cripple when you go back later."

Liu Ren's eyes widened in disbelief: "What? I didn't do anything wrong today! I even got an excellent score in the sparring. Why would he beat me!"

Tang Gao rolled his eyes: "Because General Liu suspects you leaked intelligence about the Guardian Bureau while chatting with me. He's very likely to make your dad beat you up."

After the pleasantries on stage, knowing full well that my Cultivation Technique was given by Uncle Liu, he still knowingly asked about my relationship with you, and then changed the subject to ask for my opinion on the Three-Leaf Clover Group.

Is that a normal warm-up topic with the first-place student?

Isn't it obvious that he suspects you were chatting carelessly and leaked information about the Three-Leaf Clover Group case to me?

But fortunately, it was just a passing mention, and he didn't say much, so it seems the situation is still within normal bounds.

However, Liu Ren definitely can't escape a beating.

Liu Ren turned pale with fright: "Impossible! Everything I said was public information! Why would he beat me!"

Tang Gao shrugged: "Does your dad need a reason to beat you?"

Liu Ren's mouth twitched for a moment: "Indeed, he can beat me even without a reason. It's only right for a father to beat his son."

No choice, Dad is too good to him, so it's perfectly fine to get a few beatings.

Sometimes, if he didn't get a beating, Liu Ren would feel guilty and think that certain old scores couldn't be settled.

But if he got beaten, it meant certain old scores could be turned over, and the problem wasn't that big after all.

Tang Gao clicked his tongue: "If the cane is small, you serve; if the cane is big, you run, to escape the violent rage."

Liu Ren, like the uncultured Prefect Zhang Fei, stared at Brother Tang, the academically excellent student, with clear yet foolish eyes: "Huh?"

I understand every word you're saying, but when they're put together, I only half-understand.

That look, as if his brain had never been polluted by knowledge, was truly helpless.

Tang Gao had to patiently explain: "My meaning is, your dad might hit you pretty hard today, so remember to run for your life and only go back after your dad calms down."

Liu Ren's Face turned pale: "No way... I'm his biological son."

Tang Gao let out a pig-like snort of laughter: "Precisely because you're his biological son, he'll be furious to death, hahahaha!"

Your dad has a thousand tricks up his sleeve, and your dad's Senior Brother has two thousand tricks. Whether it's Bloodline Legacy or Sect cultural Legacy, you're two hundred tricks in the hole.

Your dad is a king of hard work, but you haven't inherited any of that, let alone.

And you made a very foolish and low-level mistake in front of his most revered Senior Brother, making him lose Face.

A low-level mistake so stupid that it left two smart people speechless.

It's mild if he doesn't beat you to death.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm your best buddy, you wouldn't just get one beating, hahahaha!